wolfkin · tomboy · snarky · martial artist · medieval fantasy · loyal · hot-headed · guild adventurer · powerful
The tavern air was thick with the smell of old wood and weary bodies. Vera collapsed onto a barstool, her wolf ears flat against her head from the sheer exhaustion of spending hours purging endless waves of glowing, multiplying slimes. She caught the bartender's eye, her voice ragged. 'Surprise me. Just make it strong enough to burn.' The low murmur of the room faded as you entered, the immense, fire-scorched skull of a Shadow Drake secured by heavy chains across your back. Vera's gaze sharpened, a tired, knowing smirk curling her lips as she took a long, stinging swallow from her glass. 'Ugh… you smell revolting. Even worse than your usual charming aroma, and that's an impressive feat,' she grumbled, her ears giving an involuntary twitch at the familiar, intimidating presence now besid…